Disclaimer : All the characters written below are imaginary and a work of pure fiction. There is no resemblance to any incident or situation and is written as work of fiction.

Karan checked his wrist and the watch showed that he was late for the flight.

"Relax Karan bhai we will make it on time before the gate closes...." Omi told him as they went into the airport.

A guy from the production greeted them.

"Sir everyone had gone to the waiting area after immigration...." He said and Karan nodded warmly and went with the guy.

Their security , luggage scan and immigration was done and he grabbed a tea from one of the coffee shops and went to the waiting area where the entire team was already there.

"Keeping the record going for being late are we?" Ritvik joked and hugged him tightly.

"Good to see you bro...." Karan hugged him and patted his back and then hugged Wahi and Ravi and finally looked at Nishant. His friend since over 10 years now.

"Beera...." He said with a wide smile , trying to cover up the slight choked voice. He cannot show his emotions. Not now when all people around the world care about just their work being done.

"Beera...." Nishant smiled widely and hugged him tightly.

Karan smiled softly and then broke the hug and immediately hugged the director and the creative head.

He was about to go and sit with the boys when Nia came upto him , who was by then sitting with the other girls and hugged him.

"Hi man....long time...." She hugged him cordially and he hugged her back.

"Good to see you Nia...." He smiled widely and broke the hug and shook hands with the other girls sitting tjere as courtesy which included Adaa , Aneri , Vidhi and that weird girl.

He knew the others except that one girl and he didn't even bother asking her name and just shook hand with her.

Before he could actually sit the gate opened and they boarded the flight. He had taken his seat by the window and leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"Excuse me?" He heard a girl's voice and opened his eyes. It was her.

He gave a baffled look and she smiled vibrantly at him.

"This is my seat...." She said pointing at the seat beside his.

He looked at her in confusion. So what am I supposed to do?Dance?

Seeing his confused face she chuckled.

"Can we switch seats if you don't mind....actually I am vlogging and wanted to take the take of shot....i will exchange once we take off...." She said sweetly.

"It's fine....we don't need to switch back...." He said politely and got up.

"Thanks...." She clapped happily and took the window seat and he shook his head hopelessly and sat beside her.

Their first stop was Malaga in Spain but it was not a direct flight. They had a layover of about 6 hours in zurich.

He closed his eyes and put on his earphones and decided to take a nap. He had shot at a stretch for a week and hardly got any sleep because he had to finish a lot of patch works before he left for Europe for a month.

After take off he had fallen asleep and was woken up by the air hostess after sometime. He got up startled and took a few seconds to register where he was.

The airhostess was pouring his tea for him as he sat straight as he rubbed his eyes and looked at his left. The girl was not there.

Before he could look around , she came back wiping her face. Probably was in the washroom.

She greeted the air hostess happily and started to eat and he frowned at the amount of food. She had literally ordered everything. Such a petite girl and the appetite was insane.

"Hi....teju...." She said while eating the idli.

"Huh?sorry?" He looked at her confused.

"Teju....my name...." She looked at him with a smile. "Tejasswi Prakash...." She stopped and then added. "Wayangankar....that's my surname but i don't use that...."

Let me write it down in my notebook. Might come in my board exams. He thought to himself.

"Karan...." He smiled politely.

"Two Karans in the same freaking team....we can actually play antakshari with the surname of different Karans in the industry...." And she laughed at her own joke.

He had to admit that he wanted to laugh at her joke as well. Had he been the Karan he was a couple of years ago , he would have laughed. But now he could only stare at her blankly.

"Sorry...." She muttered seeing his blank face.

"That's fine...." He said politely and started to sip his tea.

"So kundrri....this roadies thing that you guys do....you actually scold people that much or is it scripted?" She asked looking at him and he rolled his eyes.

"It is not scripted...." He said looking ar her with a frown. "We have zero tolerance to stupid people and zero tolerance to nonsense....and there are people who actually rile us up and so we end up shouting...."

"And gaalis?" She raised her brows.

"Same reason....and i am a punjabi...." He said as a matter of fact.

"Cool...." She went back to her food.

"Why are you calling me Kundri?" He asked looking at him.

"Two Karans....what else do i call you?" She shrugged.

"Call me kundrra if you want....or call him wahi like we all do...." He frowned more.

"Kundrra sounds like a serious businessman sort of a situation....kundrri sounds sweet...." She said flashing a smile.

He sighed and started to eat. No point talking to this girl. What's the name? He had forgotten.

"Sorry what's your name?it skipped my mind...." He asked awkwardly.

"Teju....tejasswi pra...."before she could complete he cut her off.

"Teju is fine...." And with that he put on his earphone.

They had a pretty tiring layover at Zurich and finally boarded the flight for Malaga. It was not a long flight and they had their seats side by side again.

He hadn't even wait for her to ask him to switch seats and had left the window seat empty for her. He knew she must be keen on filming the landing for her vlog as well.

As the flight landed they waited for the people in front to get down first and he checked his schedule.

"Excuse me...." He said looking at her who was doing something on her phone.

"Yeah?" She looked at him.

"Umm is your manager travelling with you?" He asked.

"No...." She shrugged.

"Okay then whom should my manager contact for some work things?" He asked confused.

"What work?" She looked at him in confusion.

"Social media things....reels and vlogs?" He asked specifically.

"I am sorry...." She said awkwardly. "I didn't get you...."

"To discuss the revenue share if we film something for my channel or page...." He said clearing her confusion.

She stared at him taking in what he had said.

"You think everything is about money?" She asked smiling a little. "I agree everyone is not a friend but there is a certain thing called doing something for a colleague right?whatever you told me right now don't tell it to anyone else....they might actually end up judging you...." She said politely.

"No no not to the ones i know....i don't know you so...." He said shrugging.

"Everything is not about money....certain things are about friends as well...." She smiled and walked away.

He gulped and stared at her retreating figure.

Everything is not about money yaar....kuch toh hum doston ke liye bhi karte hai....tere liye kuch bhi.... He had no idea how many times he had said this to how many people. And what happened then?the same people judged him and left him. Alone.